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Therefore, even if the students are of different races, given its flexibility and applicability, Melantha, being a small-sized film, can master and apply it quite skillfully.

"Please advise..."

Unlike Lappland's highly aggressive and wild swordsmanship, and also unlike Winter's Ursus assault tactics.

This standard, even somewhat unassuming, attitude slightly piqued Tomat's interest.

"Let's attack."

Thomas waved to Melantha.

The next moment, the opponent's seemingly slender legs burst forth with the speed that a film should have, leaving only a purple afterimage in place, and a faint fragrance that spread with the movement.

A bright shadow slashed down from above, tilting as if to split Tomat's shoulder.

And this slash came from Melantha, who had rushed forward to launch an attack.

That attack wasn't caused by the blade she had discarded, but rather by a technique similar to a penetrating strike from Eastern martial arts.

When the five fingers are brought together and swung out at an extremely fast speed, an impact that can penetrate the skin and flesh directly damages the deep muscles.

This is her improvement on the Bolívar military combat style by Felin, because Felin is more flexible in her limbs than Pero, who was originally the trainee. Their palm techniques, or rather "scratching" techniques, combined with their superb reflexes, are inherently very threatening.

Even if it's not the kind of furry film with many animalistic characteristics, it's the same.

"Snapped!!!"

But the next moment a crisp sound rang out—the sound of hands slapping together.

Melantha's movements froze for a moment—her attack struck Tomat's palm, blocked halfway and unable to continue its swing.

Given Felin's reaction speed, she should have immediately jumped back to avoid getting entangled in the fight. However, the arm that launched the attack was grabbed by Tomat's five fingers, flipped downwards, and then suddenly flung upwards.

A strong feeling of weightlessness washed over her, and Melantha was thrown against the ceiling of the training room.

"Well!!"

Melantha turned her body somewhat hastily, pressing down on her skirt. Instead of crashing into the ceiling, she ended up hanging upside down on the ceiling. Then, she pushed off with her feet and landed back on the ground.

From being countered and knocked back to regaining his posture, he executed the entire sequence in one smooth motion, maintaining the agility and elegance of a film shot.

"Hey~~"

Lappland, who was in a low mood, couldn't help but whistle when she saw this scene—this unexpected sight brought her some surprises.

Although I was originally looking forward to seeing Melantha display the swordsmanship of the Eastern School after seeing her sword, it was still nice to witness such a close-quarters, unarmed duel.

Wow~ It flies so high~ Again and again!

Winter hadn't woken up yet, and no one was calling her. The snake-slaughtering box, who was watching from the sidelines, hopped and skipped as it watched the battle unfold in an instant, its face full of excitement.

"call--"

Only Melanie herself let out a long sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, an undeniable fatigue appeared on her face.

Melanie could sense it.

Unlike Grace's fierce spear attacks, unlike Dobermann's agile and varied whip techniques, unlike Tess's precise sniping, and unlike Nearl's steadfast shield wall...

Because when faced with these situations, she is usually able to think of strategies to deal with them, and even instinctively take the correct countermeasures.

But Tomat simply shook himself off, and his mind went completely blank.

Using a rifle allows you to close the distance, avoid enemy fire, and enter your advantageous range. Using a whip creates numerous obstacles and narrow spaces, preventing the whip from being used effectively. When facing a sniper, seek cover and gradually approach...

This unstoppable force is similar to Lin Guang's, yet quite different.

He has no weapons, so factors such as weapon attack range or damage area are irrelevant, making it impossible to target him.

He had no armor, his body exposed, his skin and flesh seemingly no different from that of an ordinary person, so it was unclear whether he should choose to attack the easy, non-vital points, or try to take a risk and attack the equally unprotected vital areas.

All the opponent possessed was terrifying brute force that could be immediately detected upon contact.

Lacking weapons and armor left him feeling helpless.

The root of the wavering lies in that unadorned power.

At the same time, Melantha was certain that even now, with the sword in hand, her confidence would not increase much.

Although they had only exchanged blows for a few seconds, they felt as exhausted as if they had gone through a life-or-death struggle that lasted all day and night.

If she could, she really wanted to just fall backward, curl up, and relax.

But the battle is clearly not over yet.

However, just as Melantha braced herself for a possible attack, and at least to see Tomat's movements clearly, Tomat raised his hand.

The meaning is simple: the test is over.

"Huh...?"

"Alright, go down now. I've pretty much got a sense of your skill level."

Thomas, as if shooing someone away, offered no further comment and instead looked at the expectant Snake Slaughter Box with a headache-like expression.

Melantha was also surprised that she hadn't been suddenly knocked unconscious, but after receiving instructions, she hurriedly picked up her sword and left the testing platform.

"Oh, right."

Just as she was about to step down, Tomat suddenly called her back:

"Don't wear skirts next time, unless you don't mind."

[Main Text] Terra's World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament. Training Chapter: Chapter Ten: The Dignified Bardock

Rhodes Island has standardized operator uniforms, while also allowing operators to personalize their uniforms without affecting their work.

Although some people have modified their uniforms so much that you can't tell they're from Rhodes Island except for the brand, or they're so casual and flashy that it makes you wonder if they're even capable of doing the job.

But few people directly pointed out this problem, which puzzled Tomat.

However, seeing that everyone around him seemed to take it for granted, and that the legion's base layer bodysuit was often said to be something only perverts would wear, he didn't ask too many questions about such trivial matters.

After all, asking others why they don't dress more formally won't make you seem any smarter.

"Speaking of which, I might as well make myself a martial arts uniform... I remember there are a lot of good tailors on Rhodes Island."

While Tomat was lost in thought about the clothes, the timid girl from Felin blushed at his words, pulled down her skirt which was probably a little too short, and left the stage without uttering a word for a long time.

Although she had taken this into account and wore tight-fitting athletic shorts, it would be somewhat embarrassing for any woman of marriageable age to have her underwear indirectly pointed out by a man.

"By the way, it would be good to get your hair cut. It will be in the way later. But if you plan to use these conditions to restrict yourselves as a form of exercise, you can try it. I don't mind if you wear a skirt or have long hair."

Upon hearing this, even Lappland subconsciously touched her long, sharp white hair, seemingly considering whether or not to accept the offer.

"Ouch! [Ursus profanity] That hurts so much!!!"

Winter, who was lying unconscious on the ground, was poked on the swollen bump on the head by Snake Butcher before she went on stage, as if he was deliberately trying to wake her up.

After getting up angrily, Winter was met with Snake Butcher's smiling face. Besides cursing, he immediately asked:

"...What time is it? How long have I been asleep?"

"I don't know what time it is—but I'm going on stage now! General Winter, you called me here! I have to show you how I perform!"

Seeing that Winter seemed somewhat delirious, Snake Slaughter continued to poke at the bump on Winter's head while calling out her self-reference, especially to the children, and pointed to Tomat, who was still standing on the stage.

"Stop! Stop! Stop poking!"

Winter covered her head and dodged Snake Butcher's unwitting clutches. After retreating some distance, she watched as the smug Snake Butcher stepped onto the stage.

"Uncle Thomas! Nice to meet you!"

Even after seeing the previous test, Snake Slaughtering Box did not show any fear. She maintained her cheerful and sunny smile, holding the shoulder straps of her backpack with both hands, and looking up at the very tall Tomat in front of her.

Snake Slaughter knew Thomas mainly from conversations with others; she had never personally sought out this man who she found interesting.

The person who told her most of the information was Ifrit, who occasionally worked with her as a baseball partner.

Although Snake Slaughter Box has no clear memories of its past, it inexplicably possesses a metal bat made of a special material and has extremely rich knowledge about baseball.

Born in Colombia, Ifrit was naturally familiar with the local sports scene, and they quickly became friends.

Ifrit had some dealings with Tommat because of the new materials and gravity chambers that Himer and Seria were in charge of, and over time she heard many stories from him that seemed absurd to adults.

However, when Ifrit recounted these stories to the other children, it had a different effect; at least it made Snake Slayer think that Tomat was a very interesting adventurer.

"Uncle... I'm about the same age as them, okay... Hey, why do you all look so surprised? Winter, didn't you already know my age?"

While subconsciously touching his chin because of what the snake-slaughtering box said, Tomat emphasized his age while looking towards the trio who had finished the test.

However, what they saw was a mixture of shock and confusion on the faces of the group.

It's unclear whether the focus is on Tomat's young age and his impressive talent, or on his receding hairline, which might be a bit concerning for someone his age.

"Is Uncle Bardock not here today?"

An unexpected name that popped out of the snake-slaughtering box made Thomas turn his attention back to the short Pitram.

"You still know Bardock?"

In fact, compared to Tomat, Bardock was not particularly conspicuous on Rhodes Island.

Because he never participates in Rhodes Island missions, never goes out with others, and never acts independently; if you had to say, he only operates with Thomas.

People think Bardock is also very strong, mostly because they've seen videos of him and Tomat fighting and training, or simply because "he's a member of Tomat's tribe."

Normally, I just wander around the island, and at most I just fly to a slightly farther place, but when it's time to eat, I still come back.

He is definitely more in line with the identity of a "diner" than Tomat was back then.

This aloof man, who didn't interact much with outsiders, had become an intimate acquaintance of Tomat's without her knowledge, right at the Snake Slaughter Box.

"Hmm! I've never met you before, but I see Uncle Bardock quite often! I've also heard from Eve that you're friends from the same clan!"

Snake Slaughter's next words confirmed that Bardock would go somewhere alone and be seen by Snake Slaughter, which surprised Tomat.

It couldn't be the cafeteria, could it? Would Bardak really be secretly cooking for himself?

Where have you seen him before?

Thomas asked with great interest, seemingly forgetting that he was there to help her with the test.

"In the game room! Uncle Bardock often plays games with us!"